Well, everyone–we made it! We survived Monday and I don’t know about you, but I felt like I just skirted by a potentially stressful day.
Let’s take a moment and appreciate the fact that next Monday is a holiday:
LOL, imagine Rosie doing this little jig…
When in reality, she’s actually feasting on a bone:
I only have three more days of the Whole30 and it’s been hard to contain my excitement. I’m pretty sure everyone around me is tired of hearing about it…Sadly, with only three days to go, all I can think about is what my “splurge” will be on and how I can avoid feeling incredibly guilty afterward. Right now, I’m eyeing Kara’s cupcakes, but if you talk to me tomorrow–I’m sure I’ll be daydreaming about fro-yo.
Honestly, at this point I feel like these treats are something out of a sci-fi movie–the thought of sugar seems so enticing, yet dangerously foreign as if it might destroy my gut.
[I would insert a picture from the movie “Alien” to drive the point home, but it’s a tad too graphic. Bleh.]
Today’s WOD was great way to start the week:
- 20 power snatches
- 5 knees to elbows
- 15 power snatches
- 10 knees to elbows
- 10 squat snatches
- 15 knees to elbows
- 5 squat snatches
- 20 knees to elbows
RX for ladies was 65lb and I managed to stay consistent with 55lb. I’m still working on my T2B technique so my knees to elbows were kind of sloppy, though toward the end, I feel like I was in a little groove of staying tight throughout the movement, minimizing the uncontrollable swing. Practice, practice, practice.
I have to officially announce that I was the LAST person to finish this workout. Dead last. I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but when I finally look up and see everyone cleaning up–I start to feel the pit of my stomach widen. It’s a bizarre feeling, as in “shit I need to get a move on it.” Thankfully, I workout with top-notch people who stuck around and cheered me through my final set. It was definitely weird to have a mini audience and I don’t know how the elite manage a crowd of thousands without puking in the middle of a WOD.
We all know that patience isn’t my virtue. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will always be frustrated with coming in last, regardless if it’s the RX weight; however, I’m slowly learning that is OK, no one is judging me, except me. It’s time to embrace the tortoise speed and finish the race on my terms. There will be a time and place for my inner “hare”, but for now, I need to development form and get after that RX weight.